#lcweek2023

[pawapoppet]

link click week 2023 | day 2 - butterflies 🦋

[artilite]

day 1: shooting star

howl's moving castle au!!!

[mimicha-arts]

破碎的蝴蝶

Day 6: Destiny & Song Lyrics LCweek2023

[aryabrier]

Link click week 2023 - day 3 - Hourglass

[apple-creating-stuff]

IT’S day one of lcweek! some lion dance shenanigans with our trio

prompts: vacation, gathering, shooting star

[lazuliamin]

Happy Link Click Week 2023!

Day 1: Vacation

[biwitchedart]

Day four: monochrome

Binged this drawing in a day and once again found out it fits the theme

[blacclotus]

LINK CLICK WEEK (my works)

my works for the whole week (just a compilation, nothing special + commentary)

DAY 1: Shooting star

(fun fact: i drew this on ms paint, not krita lmao)

DAY 2: Butterflies

(twins :D -- also love the fact that ltx's pigtail looks like its sharing with ltc lmao)

DAY 3: Time paradox, mirror souls

(basically the concept of this is qiao ling being connected with her mirror-au self, who's grieving for cxs and lg)

DAY 4: In memoriam, monochrome

(i thought in memoriam is some kind of poem so i based it on this and bro, this ain't that monochrome lmao)

DAY 5: Heartbreak, betrayal

(this is the day where I hit a wall bc I feel like not drawing anything but I still persisted lmao)

DAY 6: Song lyrics, memories

(fun fact: im so normal abt this song :'D)

DAY 7: Free day

(man)

[sleepingsleepyy]

Link click week day 5

Prompt: heartbreak

[just-a-little-kreature]

Time is like music, play it til the end and then reset

(lcweek2023 day 6 prompt: song lyrics)

[mycophob1a]

link click week day 1: shooting star

[pawapoppet]

Tianxi collects mementos of their past. Tianchen remembers the dead.

collab illustration for the fic "reminisce" by jan for link click week day 4 | in memoriam 💛

[artilite]

day 2: fantasy

little red riding qiao ling and the big bad fox...

[wintersrealm]

LCWEEK2023 - DAY ONE

When You Wish Upon A Star

A Shiguang Fanfiction

Prompt: Shooting Star

Summary: On a winter’s night, Cheng Xiaoshi watches for a shooting star.

Rating: General Audiences

Despite the frost building on the edges of the windows, their place was warm. Cheng Xiaoshi observed the crystals along the glass roof, framing the sky of stars.

One of Cheng Xiaoshi’s favorite aspects of this house was the ability to get lost in the night sky. He’d count stars or search for constellations on the nights felt too big, too lonely.

A warm wool blanket was wrapped around his shoulders. Tugging it closed around his neck, he kept his eyes on the sky, hoping for a shooting star. Qiao Ling said that it was all bogus, but Cheng Xiaoshi would keep wishing on them anyway. Maybe she just wanted to keep him from getting his hopes up.

It was onerous to keep pulling at a child’s dream; to tell them their parents would probably never return.

He knew this. Even young, the odds of their return plummeted. But he’d still keep searching for shooting stars to wish on.

Reaching his hands through the crack in the blankets, Cheng Xiaoshi accepted a steaming mug. Grinning, he watched as the marshmallows twitched on a bed of chocolate bubbles. Inhaling the steam, the hot chocolate immediately began warming Cheng Xiaoshi’s chest.

A plane shot across the sky, seemingly teasing him. Hanging the promise of a wish by a fool's thread.

Years have passed, and his parents’ bedroom collects layers of dust behind a bolted door. The memory of their faces and voices trickling into oblivion. Part of him fears that his parents could walk straight in and he’d have no idea.

The couch shifted, setting the ‘Cheng Xiaoshi blanket burrito’ off balance. Before he had time to tumble, cold fingers gripped his mug and a firm chest pressed against his back.

Without protest, Cheng Xiaoshi allowed himself to be maneuvered. He was shuffled in between legs, a chin resting at his temple. Shutting his eyes, Cheng Xiaoshi savored the steady breaths that danced along his skin.

“See any shooting stars yet?” Lu Guang planted kisses against the wild mop of curly black hair.

“Nothing yet.” Cheng Xiaoshi tilted his head, nuzzling deeper into Lu Guang’s hold.

Nights like these were one of the reasons Cheng Xiaoshi loved Lu Guang. When the sky was particularly clear, Lu Guang would stay up with him until he finally saw his shooting star. Once Lu Guang understood what he was wishing for, he always offered silent support.

Yawning, Lu Guang nodded against his skin.

“You should go to bed if you’re tired.” Cheng Xiaoshi pulled far enough to look into Lu Guang’s eyes. The glacier shade of silvery blue was dulled by exhaustion. The constant purple bags under his eyes were heavier than usual.

“Mmm…” Lu Guang hummed, finding a resting spot on Cheng Xiaoshi’s shoulder.

Huffing a small laugh, Cheng Xiaoshi patted at the tuft of white hair. “I’ll wake you up when I see one.”

“Okay.” Lu Guang’s voice rasped, already starting to lose the fight against slumber. Closing his statement, he firmly pressed kisses against the back of Cheng Xiaoshi’s shoulder.

Sipping at his hot chocolate, Cheng Xiaoshi loved the warmth that felt as if it was running through his veins. With Lu Guang, the best hot chocolate maker, wrapped around him, Cheng Xiaoshi felt at peace.

A minute smile pulled at his lips as a line of light streaked across the sky. Squeezing Lu Guang’s forearm, he repeated his wish through his head.

He’d always kept the ritual of stargazing, and he probably always would. But the wish, over time, had finally changed.

I wish… he told the sky, a deep sigh leaving his chest. I wish to keep my family safe.

Maybe somewhere, his parents would hear it. Maybe, a simple wish, would be the billow of wind that guided them home. As much as he still yearned for their return, his wish was no longer just for them.

It was to keep Qiao Ling smiling as she teased him.

To protect the arms that made a haunted house a home.

His definition of family had changed. No longer was he merely a boy left behind.

“Did you wish?” Lu Guang’s lips ran along the edge of Cheng Xiaoshi’s ear.

“Yeah.” Cheng Xiaoshi set his empty mug on the coffee table. “Let’s go to bed, GuangGuang.”

Too exhausted to fight the nickname, Lu Guang pinched at the opening of the burrito and hoisted Cheng Xiaoshi into his arms.

[aryabrier]

Link click week day 2 - Butterflies

It's just a fast sketch BUT I'll finish it i swear

[apple-creating-stuff]

it’s dayyyyy 4~ i still can’t believe this is canon

prompts: in memoriam, monochrome, disaster timeline

chinese version under the cut because i can only hear cn lg in my head…